Wen Lu got out of the car, casually took the medicine box handed to her by the driver, and turned to walk towards the door.
Wen Lu rang the doorbell, and the door was quickly opened, revealing a man over 1.85 meters tall wearing a suit.
For a moment, Wen Lu almost thought she had gone to the wrong door.
Seeing Wen Lu's bewildered expression, Wang Xiuli gave her a bright smile.
“Hello Miss Wen, I am Wang Xiuli, here specifically to take over Wang Xiuxin’s work. Please feel free to tell me if you have any requests or needs in the future. I am here specifically to take care of you and Fourth Master. Also, I want to apologize to Miss Wen for Wang Xiuxin’s impulsiveness. Wang Xiuxin was too emotional…”
As Wen Lu listened to Wang Xiuli's self-introduction, she raised her head and glanced at him indifferently. She thought this man was more intelligent than Wang Xiuxin, and she nodded slightly.
"I accept the apology, but I do not forgive."
After speaking, Wen Lu walked past Wang Xiuli into the entrance hall. She put the box she was carrying on the ground, took off her coat, and hung it in the wardrobe.
Seeing that the man was still standing beside her and unwilling to leave, Wen Lu looked up with some doubt and met Wang Xiuli's fox-like eyes. She could tell at a glance that this man was scheming and not someone to be trifled with.
"What? Is there something wrong with what I said? You apologized, and I accepted it, but there's no law that says accepting an apology means you have to forgive, is there?"
After saying that, Wen Lu never looked at Wang Xiuli again; she didn't like dealing with such a deep and brooding person.
You can tell from this person's eyes that he is unfathomable, or to put it bluntly, too calculating, and not suitable to be a friend.
Ling He came downstairs and lazily stretched. He saw Wen Lu carrying a large box as she walked in. He quickly ran down the stairs, walked up to Wen Lu, and took the box from her.
Wen Lu didn't stand on ceremony. She wasn't feeling well and was already having some difficulty walking, so carrying a box was quite strenuous.
Ling He frowned involuntarily as he looked at Wen Lu's pale face. He reached out and precisely pinched Wen Lu's pulse point, wanting to check Wen Lu's physical condition.
Just as Wen Lu was about to pull her hand away, Ling He frowned and spoke in a low voice.
"Don't move. Are you feeling unwell in your heart today? Your heart isn't doing well right now. Why are you still running around like this?"
Seeing Ling He change from his previous carefree demeanor to a very serious one, Wen Lu did not pull her hand away and let Ling He take her pulse.
"I didn't expect you to know traditional Chinese medicine. I always thought you only knew Western medicine. But speaking of which, aren't you planning to go back to school for a refresher course? Your medical skills are indeed not that great."
Wen Lu looked at Ling He, who was taking her pulse, and spoke in a sharp tone. She knew that Ling He's medical skills were already considered top-notch by most people, but in the research institute, or in her eyes, Ling He's skills were really not enough.
Any assistant you randomly pick from the research institute is more capable than Ling He.
She felt that if Ling He wanted to improve, it would be necessary for him to study at the research institute.
Ling He's medical skills were once again looked down upon by Wen Lu. Ling He didn't say anything, but just glanced at Wen Lu indifferently. He really didn't know how to refute Wen Lu.
He always felt that Wen Lu was a strange person. After leaving the Wen family, he became a completely different person, even his aura changed.
The way people treat him, especially their previous admiration, has now led to constant criticism of his medical skills, which has been a huge blow to him.
"I graduated from graduate school, and I'm not as bad as you think..."
Ling He released Wen Lu's wrist and spoke with some exhaustion, saying that her illness had clearly improved under his care, but he didn't understand why she always mocked and questioned him.
The direct consequence of this was that he also began to question himself, constantly asking whether his medical skills were really as bad as Wen Lu had said.
Seeing Ling He's dissatisfaction, Wen Lu didn't say anything more, just raised an eyebrow and went upstairs.
Ling He carried Wen Lu's suitcase and followed behind her, ignoring Wen Lu's words of hurt. He kept up with her and asked her a question.
"Did you take that drug again? How do you feel about its effects? I can talk to the research institute. If you can cooperate in writing the lab report, I can talk to my supervisor and ask him to find a way to get you another bottle."
When Ling He examined Wen Lu's pulse, he felt that Wen Lu's heart condition was indeed much better than before, but he was still hesitant and dared not let Wen Lu try the medicine; it was too risky.
Listening to Ling He's words, Wen Lu thought that Ling He was quite bold. The last person who asked her to write an experimental report was still living in her shadow. She didn't want to cause panic in the research institute again.
Wen Lu didn't say a word the whole way. When she arrived at Wang Jinyu's door, she turned around, took the medicine box from Ling He's hand, and pushed open the door to go into the bedroom.
At that moment, Wang Jinyu was working on a document on his iPad. Hearing the door open, he turned around, looked at Wen Lu who had entered, and gave her a gentle smile.
Wen Lu glanced at Wang Jinyu indifferently, then placed the medicine box on the coffee table beside her, took out a pair of scissors from the drawer, and opened the seal on the medicine box.
The moment Wen Lu opened the medicine box, Ling He's eyes widened instantly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—a box full of laboratory medicines.
Just the heart medication he just mentioned, there are four large bottles of it.
The small bottle he brought back earlier was no match for these medicines.
"Lu Bao, where did you get these medicines? You didn't buy them from the black market, did you?"
Hearing Ling He's surprised tone, Wen Lu raised her eyes, glanced at him indifferently, shook her head, and smiled faintly, "Do you think you can buy these things on the black market?"
Wen Lu stood up nonchalantly, organized all the medicines, read the instructions carefully, picked up the alcohol wipes placed aside, and began to disinfect the outer packaging.
Once everything was ready, Wen Lu went into the bathroom to disinfect herself in preparation for changing Wang Jinyu's dressing.
Wang Jinyu didn't have a fever last night, and he's in pretty good spirits today. I just don't know how his wound is healing.
Watching Wen Lu's retreating figure as she entered the bathroom, Ling He couldn't contain his curiosity and quickly walked to Wang Jinyu's side.
“Brother Yu, didn’t you notice something was wrong? That box contains medicines used in the lab. Do you think you could get them? I could only steal… no, even a small bottle would be the limit. The medicines that Lu Bao brought over looked like they came directly from the pharmacy. Only the dean could do something like that.”
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